Everyday it’s revealed a little more
the real face of the city is filled with much sadness.
As the words I exchanged with someone
get misunderstood one by one, I feel a tightness in my heart.
Somewhere in the city somebody beeps a klaxon
my heart bounces against the wall called reality and gets pierced.
(It will be like this) until you get to know the hidden side of things…

Everyone in the pocket of their heart goes around looking for a destination.
I wonder why? What are they looking for?
In the space between the buildings, the shadows of the city speak gently to the heart.
“What did you obtain?”
The warm light flickers softly.

“Could you listen for a while? Are you in a hurry?”
Immersed in light of the city, like the melody of a piano played with fingertips,
we’ve got to try creating a life here for ourselves.

I’ll keep searching for the real shape of love
for the real love of the unadorned you, for genuine love.

Everyday it gets sullied even though it’s not your fault,
it gets struck by the rain like a handful of scribbles, it’s swept away by time.
If there was something that could split time with precision
it would never mesh with your heart-soothing rhythm.
Somewhere in the city somebody beeps a klaxon.
Even if mistakes turn your heart into a lonely world
look, everything here is yours.

Life in the city is enveloped by a handful of love
and this love that protects you is the only thing that matters.
As I stand in the dry wind of the subway
asking I myself “Who is it I could cry for?”
I get the feeling I forgot something precious, somewhere.

“Where does it go?” … Still unable to comprehend…
Immersed in the light of the city, like the melody of a piano played with fingertips
we’ve got to try creating a life here for ourselves.

I’ll keep searching for the real shape of love
for the real love of the unadorned you, for genuine love.

Like that couple of lovers that day, swept by the crowd,
passing through the turnstile, blushing as they spoke of love.
You asked me if I’d ever been loved from the heart.
If it was that thing we’d searched for together, I think I had been.

For unadorned love, for real love, for genuine love
for the real love of the unadorned you, for genuine love.

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